Who am I, (A revealing poem, by whonunuwho)
Who am I, but the little boy, who has always wanted to fly,
He spent his whole life in this wish, in all that he could try?
He was later to be told, that his vision was too bad,
Played with kites and gliders, even though he was sad.
Who was the boy, who then, so wanted to play football,
To break his leg and nose, and still, he gave it his all?
Who was told that the big colleges all wanted him a lot,
Injured his spine, and forgotten, but in his life, it was not.
Who watched his friends burned, and to die in a fire,
Wanted to serve and help others, his greatest desire?
Tried to join brothers, and to serve all, over in Vietnam,
Was upset and dismayed, when folks didn't give a damn.
Uncle Sam passed him by, and so he went off to school.
Pursued a teacher's life, then to follow the Golden Rule.
Worked with kids in need of help, those having a hard time,
Learned the meaning of life, that all is not to have a rhyme.
Who am I, but just a child, who then grew up to be a man,
Through trials and tribulations, then began to understand.
You are, just who you are to be, no matter the circumstance,
Your soul is revealed in how you act, in life's incessant dance.
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